A Poem:
Inspired by the Woes and Wisdom of Them Who Lose
Where, oh, where can her rulers be?
Where, oh, where can they be?
They came home in the bag with the brand new book,
Now none at all can she see!
She's searched and dug in the sewing room,
On the chairs and behind the door.
She's moved everything to take a look,
Until she can't look anymore!
Dear BellaBoo's like the rest of us
Who lose things and would like to cuss.
We never put keys right back on the hook
Then rummage the house in a fuss.
We've lost borrowed books beneath the couch
Sent librarians into a grouch.
Paid outrageous fines for a full three months
"I'm sure I returned them!" we vouch.
Offer up prayers to good St. Jude
Or curse the gremlin brood
Beg the family unit for help
Until they are cross and rude.
You'll never see the rulers and book
'Till you get to the last place you look!